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    Not a problem, and thanks for the welcome back.

    Also I find that it is sometimes good to try to remember the good times that one had and to see that they did have good times in life and to try to draw from those feelings and to try to understand that right now it might be dark but there is plenty of light out there, one has to try to tap into it as much as possible.

    Also saying Tehilim in general is good and especially if you have in mind a specific choleh or all cholem in klal yisroel and it gives you the feeling that you are actually doing a chesed For someone.

    I once read an amazing story about Tehilim which I will share with you.

    There was a certain woman who made it a habit that when she was in a stressful situation in her car (i.e. traffic) instead of getting frustrated she would say Tehilim. One day there was a lot of traffic and so she did the usual, she took out her Tehilim and said some Tehilim. As the traffic eased up she saw that the cause of the traffic was a car accident. As she passed the scene of the accident she silently thanked Hashem that it was not her and she went on with her life as usual. A short while later she was in some sort of office (Doctors office or the like) and a woman came over to her and asked her if by any chance she was near the scene of an accident recently? She thought back and remembered the incident mentioned above. She told the other lady that she remembers being at such and such a place and there was a car accident but she did not think much of it. So the lady told her you should know, that I was the one that was involved in that car accident and I recognized your face because my neshama started ascending to Shamayim, then suddenly a whole bunch of letters started to surround my head and slowly slowly I felt myself being pulled back toward my body, and believe it or not the letters where coming from your car.

    Sounds too good to be true but it is supposed to be a true story that I read in one of the popular books. Just shows you the power of Tehilim. Sort of like the lotto, hey you never know.

    Don’t forget Chanukah is around the corner so hold on tight. Hope things brighten up.

    Luna Lovegood

    Remember that in all your sorrow

    Behind the sunset lies tomorrow

    The darkest hour come right before the dawn

    The light of the sun is never truly gone

    The darkest nights give rise to brightest day

    Even if everything is looking grey

    Light will always conquer the night

    And help you in a seemingly endless fight

    just my hapence

    On the subject of just keeping on going despite, I humbly offer the following:

    The Soldier

    Battlefield behind him,

    Ground awash with copper rain,

    Drowning out the hurt and pain.

    He wanders off, marches on,

    Head still filled with blazing guns,

    With muffled shouts and quiet screams

    That haunt his thoughts and roam his dreams.

    His face is dark, his hair is fair,

    His eyes are brown, his skin still bears

    The scars which lie unhealed inside.

    His backpack lies on shoulders broad,

    And at his side, where once a sword

    There would have lain in days of old,

    A pistol made from plastic cold.

    Lifting his head, squinting his eyes,

    Peering towards the flaming skies,

    He spots a plane to take him away –

    Off to fight another day;

    For fight he must and fight he will

    And fight until the Earth stand still –

    Though battles may be won and lost

    The war goes on despite the cost.

    He marches on, despite it all.


    that was something, JMH. really thought-provoking

    just my hapence

    NAS – Thanks. I think you know when I wrote that one, and I think you know why…


    The mist of the storm overtakes me,

    whirling wind,



    foam and waves,

    I’m drowning,

    gasping for air,

    desperate for another breath,

    I don’t want to die,

    I need to see the world,

    I can’t go under,

    struggling to stay afloat,

    its confusing,

    its a whirlpool I’m in,

    its violent turbulence is shaking me up,

    its thrashing my tormented body up and down,

    its ruthless waves come crashing down onto my aching sores,

    its sharp mist slaps my face like a razor,

    so sharp,

    so painful,

    so confusing.


    not sure I know what you mean, JMH. I don’t really remember that one

    just my hapence

    And now for some biting social commentary. Brace yourselves people…

    First-Class Man

    Dawn train to Hallelujah-land,

    Screaming down the line;

    Wheels of rusty ferrous alloy

    Click in two-four time.

    Carriage E, first-class man

    Sits upright, silk tie slack,

    Coffee stain spreads a web

    On jacket sleeve that once was black.

    Go to Harrods while in town;

    Perhaps a paisley dressing gown.

    Off the train and into taxi

    (Avoid paying Congestion Fee),

    Walk through glass revolving door,

    Nod at receptionist as she smiles,

    Take the lift up to the tenth floor,

    Secretary looks up from her files.

    Grab the papers without a glance.

    Close the door and fall into chair,

    Lean back and dream of South of France.

    Sees them an hour a day.

    Working hard to buy them pleasure,

    New games console is consolation

    Love is bought with hotel fares.

    Dreary meetings take up time,

    Put it down on invoice slip.

    To spend on the next skiing trip.

    Leave the office at 9:30,

    Take the taxi back to train,

    On the train returning homewards,

    Half way through it starts to rain.

    Walk to car with golf umbrella

    (Membership must be renewed…)

    Sports car comes with just one seat

    And Italian-leather racing shoes.

    Home has fourteen living rooms,

    Most of them are always closed.

    Small built-on flat for the nanny,

    (Wife works too – designing clothes).

    Thai food cooked by world renowned chef,

    Eats it sitting by himself,

    Place it back upon the shelf.

    Shower off the daily grime,

    Bores himself to sleep by counting

    Forty, fifty, sixty, sheep.

    Alarm clock rings at five to five,

    New day starts in coffee shop,

    Gets his mocha-cappuccino,

    Careful not to spill a drop.

    Attended by a teenage clerk.

    On the train, in Carriage E,

    Want to know what success is,

    How to make it if you can?

    There he goes: The First-Class Man.


    Come with me,



    lets join together,

    let us begin anew,

    allow us to create a movement,

    let us unite as one,

    see each others joy,

    fill each other’s void,

    color in the bleak,

    illuminate the dark,

    let us create a puzzle,

    a masterpiece,

    and gather,

    from four corners,

    and join

    as one


    a masterpiece.




    it isn’t feeling lowly,

    it isn’t insecure,

    its to be happy with who you are,

    of themselves to be assure.

    It isn’t to feel inferior,

    its not to be afraid,

    its to be brave and step it up,

    positive motives are conveyed.

    its not to be so shy,

    its not to hide away,

    its to come forth with what you have,

    its what you must portray.

    🍫Syag Lchochma

    mischiefmaker – count me in!

    Luna Lovegood

    From the destruction and turmoil peace did arise

    Gratefulness replaced the pain in their eyes.

    To the chessed being done by Jews everywhere

    We feel for our brothers deep in our heart

    New cloths and food was sent by all

    To replace these lost items they answered the call

    A Kiddush or Carnival sponsored to help heal

    To some it seems small but to the affected it means a great deal

    Thank you to all those who contributed

    And the ones who distributed

    To those who have nothing it means so much

    It gives us hope to which we so desperately clutch.


    thanks to all those who posted in response. Dave, luna, jmh, mischiefmaker- thanks for the advice, encouragement, inspiration, understanding and sharing. It means a lot to know i’m not alone. Sorry i dont have the emotional energy for more of a response now.

    And luna- good work on the first piece capturing the achdus sandy brought.


    mischiefmaker, luna lovegood, just my hapence- its amazing the talent around here. i really enjoy your poetry and connect to them.

    We turn to different places,

    To disappear the one we’re in.

    We run to opposite

    Directions, when not copin.

    Run away, run fast.

    Run to those dreams

    When the facts chasing you.

    Run toward tambourines.

    Clash, Crash, Clatter.

    Which way am I running.

    Boom, Bam, Batter.

    Which one am I living.


    saysme-how you doing? heres sending you (or trying to) what you give to everyone else here. the best way to do it (cuz i’m not really good at expressing myself except for poetry) is for you to read all the encouragement you ever wrote yourself and internalize it. the hardest person to give chizuk to is yourself but I know you could do it. Good Luck. (hug)


    Tell someone you love them, today,

    Before you run away.

    Fade away

    Into oblivion.

    Before you spit their face.

    Red their face

    Into scars.

    Tell someone you love them, today.


    hey puppy! Thanks for that and for the compliment. Ur right about it being the hardest to be mechazek myself… I know all my arguments! I’m doing… In all honesty not so hot right now. Hoping after monday when some of the stresses pass i’ll be less overwhelmed, but for now, just trying to stay afloat. Lifesavers accepted! And thanks for believing in me. Hugs go 2 ways, yknow? :-](sad smile) so (hug) back! And keep that poetry coming, ur posts are missed around here!


    Hello to:


    “Smile E. Face”


    “Luna Lovegood”



    “Think first”


    “Syag Lchochma”


    “just my hapence”

    “No One Mourns The Wicked”









    (hope I’ve gotten everyone who’s posted for the last couple of months ?).

    Nice to see so many excellent poems / posts from familiar SNs and some very talented newcomers.

    They are appreciated, even by those who don’t have the time, energy or inclination to respond.

    Thank you to “shnitzy” and “SaysMe” for the kind words on the prior page.

    “shnitzy”, as tragic as the loss in Mumbai was for all Klal Yisroel, it was even worse for those who (like you) were close to the niftarim.

    So many different types of poems here:







    -Combinations of the above

    Hopefully people enjoy writing and posting most of them, and even the sad/searching ones can be therapeutic for those who write them.

    🍫Syag Lchochma

    ICOT – thank you for your special posts


    Thanks for the welcome and the response ICOT.

    This poem is, you know, kind of open, but I guess I’ll rely on that this is all anonymous cuz I have to get this out somewhere…

    they say

    “shoot for the moon

    at least you’ll land amongst the stars”


    flying`s not as easy as it seems

    sometimes I

    soar so high and far

    grasping for a shooting star

    filled with trust and hope, no fear

    and for a second it’s all clear

    drawing closer to the moon

    but then my fingers slip too soon

    and once again I fall so far

    don’t have a clue as to who You are

    and there’s no landing somewhere near

    all those feelings disappear

    of joy, so free and pure and proud

    again forlorn amongst the clouds…

    just my hapence

    I don’t know whether or not this will help, it’s about making things happen…

    Riding the world

    You sit on a train and the world moves around you,

    The hills and the trees and the rivers flow by;

    You sit in your seat and relax as you pass through

    In a tubular cloud on a cast iron sky.

    You sit with all the plastic men

    And no-one gets the joke;

    And all the other folk

    Who sit and ride,

    And let the machine work

    Then get off at the other side,

    Expectantly await the perks

    Of doing nothing, of sitting down,

    Of waiting whilst the job gets done

    And are quite surprised when we are shown

    That for giving nothing you get none.

    To make the world move – push yourself hard;

    To make it spin – just turn around;

    To make it fly you must leave the ground.


    I like it, just my hapence, it has good motivation too begin with…except what about burnout? sometimes you confront the world and it hits back just a little too hard. After a while, you don’t really feel like getting up again. Especially when you know that pretty soon you’re just going to fall down again…even further….

    sorry that was rather morbid.


    myriads of brilliant hues

    blending with the darkening blues

    heralding night


    twinkling in the vast unknown

    universes whirl alone

    specks of light


    thickening in the darkening gloom

    morbid thoughts fill the room

    hold on tight


    but a dream away

    wish for the start of a day

    clear blue skies

    no nighttimes


    wake up slumbering poets…

    hey saysme! how u doing? worried cuz the last time u posted…..

    Hope your ok.

    I swore, I promised,

    I shall never forget you.

    When the sun set,

    I was there; forever.

    Forever is long,

    Until the sun rises.

    Then it gets short

    And promise no longer.

    I still swore, I promised,

    I shall never forget you.


    you are really sweet puppy, thanks so much for thinking abt me! Since monday, i’ve been much better, MUCH less stressed. Lil (read: a lot) worried abt what this weeks gonna bring, but taking one hour at a time. Chanuka did me good, as did some supportive friends (THANKS YOU!). hoping to get better yet! How are you doing???

    And how’s everyone else?



    its like a white sheet,

    it hangs in front of my face,

    it hides me from their prying eyes,

    it obscures their heartless vision,

    it allows me to be who I want to be,

    who I am,

    who I will always be.

    I can laugh,

    I can cry,

    I can be joyful or mourn,

    and I can express it.

    I can be popular,

    I can be mean,

    I can be caring and sensitive,

    I can be deep and thoughtful,

    I can be wacky,

    and I can be shy.

    I can be what I am,

    I can allow myself to just be.

    Its the white cloak that hides me in its covers,

    its the shades that are pulled down over their eyes,

    it allows me to be.

    thanks to whoever invented the internet


    blabla +1 on the idea and on the poem! ah, but both the dangers and the benefits… Its amazing to be able to have that anonymity though, i think.

    How are you doing?

    The CR is off on another one of those weird, disconcerting phases that i so hate. I can’t stand how someone says something, which may even be loshon hora, and suddenly so many jump to say “i knew it!” when all they had was a feeling back when, no proof to bring up. and I sincerely hope this Joseph thing isnt gonna be an AYC or more/more2 repeat… I’m gonna start being very limiting about which threads i open again, and pray this passes quickly and painfully. /end rant


    Mazel Tov, Middlepath!

    Poems written here can be for anything we choose

    This one is to celebrate some excellent news

    An upcoming simcha is the event; Hear, Hear!

    For the one who brings other folks good cheer

    His posts always exhibiting kindness and caring

    When you have a place to park your heart at night

    A solo singer can be a big star, but yet

    May you and your kallah add up to one (forget the math)

    A great big hearty Mazel Tov! to our friend, Middlepath

    ?? Mazel tov ?? Mazel tov ??


    Syag Lchochma

    Thank you.


    just my hapence-

    I like the optimistic approach.

    There’s plenty of good in a dark night too – lotsa zzzzzzzzzzz’s ?




    I understand your concern.

    IMO, it’s something that needs to be done, but it needs to be done correctly.


    Agreed, it can be a good outlet.


    Wow, ICOT…what a touching, amazing poem! Thank you so much.

    I’m sorry I haven’t been too active around here lately. Thank G-d, I’ve been busy. Wishing everyone here only the best.


    ICOT- i agree, with emphasis on the correctly part.

    I actually went and wrote a poem to post, but it turned out to be wayyyy too long to post. Gonna have to try for a shorter one some time!

    Hello to all the fellow poetry thread posters!



    One of the saddest things is the folks who come here to ruin things for others. I truly just don’t get it.

    On a lighter note, there’s no such thing as too long – please see this post:

    ? ? ?

    just my hapence

    Just popping in to say hi. Not been on here for a while. Maybe put something up proper soon, we’ll see…


    Remember the golden rule:

    Do your best

    Leave the rest

    Hope and pray

    Thing will come out okay

    You are a poet and don’t even know it

    Because it rhymes in time.


    ICOT- ok, now i KNOW that there IS such a thing as a too long post! sheeeeeesh

    ok, yes, my poem was shorter :), only 2 pages. but i now risk giving away my identity by posting, so i gotta consider the risk of posting. Thanks for your interest tho! 🙂

    jmh- hi!

    welldressed007- welcome


    ICOT-wow im honored to have been grouped in with such talented writers!

    The writing shared here in the cr is just amazing,i know that if i ever need a quick lift of spirits i can always turn here and i will be inspired ! Thanks to all of you who post their touching and heart jerking poems, you will never really truelly know how you have helped any reader here in their life!

    here just a little something that i have been working on

    Rushing past me

    no one has enough tiem to slow down

    no one has enough sense to

    nothing in this world is as it should be

    that is why I spaek to you

    to escape reality

    I find myself speaking with you more and more

    my dreams are for this to be reality

    for only in my dreams could i dare to slow

    to smell the roses

    dare to speak my mind aloud

    to chance things

    for in the life we live

    we are give voice alas no words to speak with

    slowing is shunned

    increase of speed is progress

    when we slow we will find

    that what we rushed past to try and recieve

    is in fact what we had been running to

    only relaizing this after our bodies limp

    and time only left to think with



    …but i now risk giving away my identity by posting, so i gotta consider the risk of posting…

    IMO, it’s probably better not to post it, then. Better safe than sorry.


    You’re welcome, but I wasn’t grouping or ranking anybody – just saying hello to folks.

    I think that someone expressing themselves in thought-out writing makes it a well written poem – just my opinion.


    yes I am aware, I was saying more of because i havent really contributed really as much as others here, and in a long time so i was kind of suprised you mentioned me,I agree mostly with you that someone expressing themselves in though out way does make it well written however sometimes spontaniouse writing really carries the writers emotoins better


    Rushing past me

    no one has enough time to slow down

    no one has enough sense to

    nothing in this world is as should

    that is why i speak to you

    to escape reality

    i find myseyelf speaking with you more and more

    my dreams are for this to be reality

    for only in my dreams could i dare to slow

    to smell the roses

    dare to speak my mind aloud

    to chance things

    for in the life we live

    we are given voice alas no words to speak with

    slowing is shunned

    increase of speed is considerd progress

    when we slow we will find what we rush to try

    and recie is what we after really running past during our quest

    we will only find this after our bodies limp

    time only left to think with



    Stop that water weathering

    On lonely hearts.

    On connecting hearts.

    On pained hearts.


    Stop that wind blowing

    On naked hearts.

    On mettalic hearts.

    On tormented hearts.


    Stop that clock ticking

    On buried hearts.

    On seeking hearts.

    On afflicted hearts.




    Good point. But, different people have different styles – some are happy with rush-rush.




    (something a little less serious)

    My life is so much easier

    Since I gave up my brain

    Last night in bed it fled my head

    Escaped down the shower drain

    With all types of odds and ends

    Geraniums and fruit bits, dried

    Which from my nostrils I dispense

    The cool breeze flows from ear to ear

    And whistles thru the void

    Ambitionless, and with no fear

    Take that now, Dr. Freud

    I no longer buy the groceries

    I offered to, got nosirees

    Dispensed jelly beans, instead

    But I no longer care

    So join me if you dare


    Too late to say

    I’m sorry.

    Too late to say

    I know.

    Too late to tell

    how I loved you

    When I didn’t care




    Luna Lovegood

    A dragon roars

    A fairy flies

    Imagination never dies

    Elves dance in the trees

    Mermaids swim in the seven seas

    A world beyond our eyes

    Every child sees

    Can you see the magic all around you

    Light in every shape, color and hue

    Open your eyes, take a look around


    Icot-you may be right,but i have a theory that sometimes people rush so much that they just begin to think thats the way to do things and they dont even relize how much better things could be if they just took the time to slow down and enjoy



    like glue

    like lead

    in bed

    as if

    one dead


    Hero: One who shows great courage


    Orphans with parents still alive;


    Divorcees still married;


    Students close by to their tormentors;


    Siblings living with monsters.

    The heroes of the world

    just waiting, in sorrow, to be found.

    The courageous men and women

    in battle for their life, without a sound.

    Silently dreaming, hoping

    for the sun to shine,

    for the storm to end.

    Finally give the OK sign.


    saysme: nice rythm


    puppy- i juuuust signed in expressly to revive this thread. Thanks!

    I love your piece, so heart breaking :'( but such a beautiful view on it. I like how you layout your poems always


    Thanks. Has to do with my obsessiveness, i need everything neat,organized and straight. but i guess it does come in handy sometimes ;)!

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